As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my image, my farseeing wooden leg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather slim down waistline and my perky C cup boob, with a mind of long blond tomentum to top it off. My pussycat was adorned with a forgetful neatly trimmed strip of public hair's-breadth and already dripping in prevision of what was to issue forth. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a richly end couturier clothes store in a shopping shopping mall on the rich side of townsfolk. I had n't really paid care to what the memory board name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the new in a long serial of fund I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a vernal teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The shudder and the Adrenalin of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in heartbeats whenever someone walks by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as sentence went on simply stealing was n't enough, my military action got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my youthful year, so too did I research my riding habit taking risk in populace places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to further feeling of exposure and depravity.

One such clip about 2 years ago, almost by complete chance event I had discovered something that gave me even more of a bang than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a large tiffin, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something decent and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making indisputable none of the gross revenue fille saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my fourth dimension and savoring the moment, the feeling of exposure and jeopardy of picture as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clitoris, I looked through a crack in the doorway at the multitude walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the miss masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a conversant rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a expectant C and it had already made its way through my consistency. Not wanting to accept to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a enceinte midsection aged cleaning woman was approaching the change way, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the managing director at every chance. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the room access, my side bare column inch from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a soul in my escapades, the theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to lay down my manus work doubly metre, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping twat. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my privates as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic blissfulness. It was at that point, my body at the acme of joy, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer hold on control of it.

first base a piffling squirt came out as I tried to staunch the current, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third gear and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the in effect orgasm of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was place upright there and wait for what felt like an timeless existence for the stream to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and live than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would get wind the fall of water and call the manager to ensure, or look between the crack in the threshold to see my shaking mould bent over pissing all over the piazza.

The woman was still waiting outside the threshold as my flow of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some splatters of straighten out urine on the wall and disconsolate print on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tag on a shelf and darted out of the depot before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the number 1 of many day like it, I had tried to go back to former memory board and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that deep down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the slew I had made in the store was improper and disgusting, it was the most beatify and humiliating affair I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a degree of no restitution in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change way I could. I could n't get enough of the charge and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and untimely. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the charge and depravity I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would cause others despise me as a disgusting fauna bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as very much as I could before my shopping trip-up, often holding onto it for as foresightful as I could so that my water turned a endearing halcyon shade, this of path increased the smell which only heightened how grime I felt. I had pissed on paries, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making trusted I made as practically mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the adrenaline, exposure and loss of the act giving me the mental pushing to orgasm as my hands worked my snatch.

I still stole matter it was very much a part of who I was at that point, not that I needed the apparel. Some I kept, some I sold online for a nimble sawbuck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relatives for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news story about all the depot I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The newsworthiness had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to describe funny behavior as the brigand had racked up quite a monetary value. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as time wore on I could n't help but get frustrated by my aching cunt and the lack of hullabaloo in my life history. I found that without the stimulation of the dirty Acts I had grown used to it was almost impossible for me to cum. Eventually I gave in, I needed to get off and I planned on doing it in the most dramatic and dirty way possible to make up for week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today.

finish observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the rag early, a lesson I had learned over clock time as often it could be slick to untie and retie them. In planning for today I had drunk as much water as I could stomach the Nox before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about ready to break.

With a unholy smile I sat on the footing, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubical. With some endeavour I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the rampart above my head with my shoulders and pep pill back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and necessitate it slow to add a little extra torture I began fondling the folds of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my ovolo I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The pee-pee began in spurts as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my titty as I relieved the massive air pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to move my handwriting out of the way and spread my pussy lips to allow the torrent of drab gilt water to shoot over my point and onto the early position bulwark of the cubical in a somewhat loud spatter. The potent sour, musky smell of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the pocket-sized room, various heavy splatters landing on my pectus and I even managed to see a twin pearl on my tongue. The taste of my own urine had never bothered me and in fact i had grown to quite like it. Even after holding onto it for so long that it turned to the darkness prosperous colour it was now the salty, acidity mix set my pussy aflame with new foreplay. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my twat blocking the eternal rest of the low stream and forcing it to slabber down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping various digit into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own peeing with the taste of it heavy on my spit I had never been in a dirtier position and the cerebration of being in such a populace place like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my organic structure convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a twinkle gasp escaped my mouth and my soundbox banged against the bulwark a few time uncontrollably. Taking late breaths I attempted to find my calm, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed take a leak across by bosom and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my digit covered with my piddle and juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my cunt and the salty, saturnine gustatory perception of the urine. I lay there for what felt like forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling peg I began pulling myself together, using my old apparel to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer dress. Looking around the room I saw the inviolable mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drops of fortunate fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cuboid out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thinking of one of the poor cashier fille having to clean up the filthy fille I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the store, the trial by ordeal not yet over as I had to depart with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the memory board, gingerly placing my damp old wearing apparel on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a gimcrack ecphonesis of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's teller opened the door to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that woman, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the front door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the door, a prominent imposing security guard duty appeared in front of me. His with child arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get wanton. But it was to no avail. His limb felt as solid state as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the variety elbow room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to tie down my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the young woman did n't look to listen causing me uncomfortableness.

"Hey this is one of our dresses, it costs over $ 900 !"Exclaimed the girl.

"Oh wow your in trouble, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the security guard.

"I think she pissed all over the modification elbow room and herself."The bank clerk answered.

At that the security sentry duty loosened his traction on me but held my hand tight behind my back."Come this way, I 'm going to anticipate the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cops will need it as evidence."Instructed the security safety as he began pushing me towards the backrest of the memory board towards what locked like an vacuous memory board room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the doorway. Everything was black and I heard him calling the pig. I had no idea what had just happened, never in my life sentence had I thought I 'd be caught, and never had I thought I'd be covered in my dry pee when I was.

After a few instant the threshold to the storage room opened up the guard duty and the cashier daughter were standing there.

"The bull are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news was talking about, if that 's on-key your in a solid existence of trouble,"said the guard as he turned on a light, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my radiocarpal joint.

"Now you are going to do what your told, and deal this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large hands collided with my face sending a cheap wack auditory sensation through the room and bringing tears to my eye.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't birth you walking around in this fine dress that you have stolen."he replied.

"But I,"*Wack* another manus met my impertinence even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the dress off there was nada else for it, the through of being made to discase for this great, imposing man was scary and humiliating in fashion I had never imagined, I could n't facilitate but sense turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my fork as I removed my wearing apparel in front of him and the girl still in the door. The dress fell to the floor, revealing my defenseless body underneath. I had n't bothered endure panty or a bra today knowing that they would just get left ass and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to flush to an even rich shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this clothes and go away her old one on the trading floor. I have an idea to penalize this nasty slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the story in its situation. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the safety grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute slut, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his turncock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His flow was a wickedness gold almost to a brownness and the smell of urine was so much impregnable than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier missy understanding what he meant to do began removing her panty from underneath her skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the former side of the clothes before unleashing a flow of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my apparel. Her flow was much lighter almost like H2O, which I am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my wearing apparel, the foreplay I had felt earlier at having to leach for them grew. Being so exposed in social movement of two people who wanted to dun and penalize me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not sustain back any longer. I moved a deal to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first of all feeling it was like lightning through my body the build up of foreplay had grown so unattackable in the past few minute that barely touching myself was almost enough to contribute me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the yesteryear stimulation and my stream situation.

The guard was the kickoff to notice my actions,"hey get a freight of this jade shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking flow towards me. The urine hit my chest splattering it's dark almost embrown halcyon liquid state across my white meat, he aimed the stream up to my human face trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to annul it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the teller miss finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to tilt my face into the safeguard 's piss. At this point in time I could n't take it, my finger working my dripping bitch like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my trunk to become potent and rock as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some variety of fauna on appearance for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and ruin. Iit was so much that I almost started crying again. Yet there was something so arousing in pleasuring myself while being treated like their toy, that I could n't help but shower in the mo, even if my treatment was airless to that of a pot.

"Open up cunt,"she said pulling my fuzz even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in painful sensation at the rough treatment, and as I did, the nighttime urine landed directly in my backtalk, shooting straight down my throat. The gustation of it was so stale and turn that it alone would of been enough to arrive at me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piddle tasted zero like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my coming combining with the annoyance of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few bit later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my lingua, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your wearing apparel on slut, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet dress in my direction.

"Won't they ask why she 's so wet ?"asked the teller.

"We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping nerve center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a roundabout grinning. With that the left the room, locking me in the way and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete darkness to bodge with my attire. My clothes that was now soaked to the core with their now insensate urine. It was somewhat difficult to work out out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the insensate wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, moody urine from the safety overpowering the less potent donation of the teller girl.

Wearing the wearing apparel was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police force stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards piss had almost made me throw up, the foul aroma of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the garb drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arousing matter I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different function of my eubstance being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquidness I had spent so a lot time spraying over walls and floor of stores. Part of me was horrified at my site but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest point yet, the grease and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for More. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching slit. Rubbing my most spiritualist domain and probing between my mouth. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my nuzzle inhaling deeply the yucky olfactory perception of my captors filth. Losing myself in the odour and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, unforced the moment to shoemaker's last a life as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to take two constabulary officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my straits. Caught by surprisal in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to abide by. As soon as I did handlock clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my ft. The first law military officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how things had turned out and struggling with my stimulation at the impuissance and abasement i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big worry. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the maiden police military officer. And with that we began walking .